Deny: A Dark, Erotic Motorcycle Club Romance

by Jade Chandler

  “What’s Dare’s woman do?” She dropped her leather skirt, revealing her bare ass.

  “Get that sweet ass down here so I can fuck you.” Her bra dropped to the floor and she climbed atop me.

  “I won’t throw you off, goddess.” I flexed my hips, pressing my cock into her cream-coated seam.

  “I’m wanting nothing between us tonight.” She narrowed her eyes at me. “I’m covered, on birth control. Are you clean?”

  “I always cover up, goddess, it’s the only way. But for you, I could be persuaded.” I lay back, dropping the condom in my hand.

  “Consider yourself persuaded.” She lifted and pushed down in one fast motion on my cock.

  Her cunt squeezed me as she circled up my cock before plunging down again. She was fierce and beautiful above me. I’d forgotten how every movement ricocheted through my sensitive cock. I rocked up into her as she hitched her hip in that circle again.

  “That’s good.” I dug fingers into her hips. “Give me more.” I needed buried inside her as deep as possible.

  She ground against my pubic bone. “Mmhmmm.” She moaned. “That piercing.”

  Pushing her tits into my face, I feasted while her noises grew urgent. Her face showed her building then she bit her lip, so close. I needed to see her break atop me.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Marr

  The need to come drove me crazy. I rubbed my clit against his pubic bone as I clenched him tight inside me. His apa drug across my sensitive inner flesh, sending need spiraling out of control. Just a bit more. On edge, I searched for it, the thrust that’d send me flying.

  Possession curled inside me. He was mine. Today I’d claimed him and now he’d know only I could bring him this. His wild eyes reflected his own driving need.

  “Give it to me,” he commanded.

  “Take it.” I slapped into him faster and faster.

  He rolled and I was on bottom and he slammed into me, hitting the spot I needed. I screamed then bit his shoulder as spasms of heat scorched me. I dug fingers in his back and squeezed my legs around his middle, clenching down on his cock as shudders of pleasure ripped through me with each plunge.

  “Show me what you got,” he panted. “So fucking tight.”

  Clenching down, I let him ram into me once, twice and he bellowed his release on his third thrust, pumping into me as he came. “Forgot this feeling,” he gritted out.

  His hair tickled the sensitive flesh of my boobs. He did something to me with his wildness, it was as if he’d never be tamed. That marked some deep part of my soul. Trouble. Feelings had no place in our relationship.

  Jericho dropped to his forearms and sweat dropped from his brow to my chest. “Fucking you again, goddess. And again.” He devoured me with his kiss. Passionate. Possessive. He gave no choice but to give back with equal fierceness. With him, sex was a battle, one where I fought to give and get as hard as he did, creating a kind of combustion I’d never experienced, and one that spoke to my darkest, dirtiest parts.

  He broke our kiss and sucked on my neck, lighting me up all over again before he moved lower and lower until his tongue flicked against my clit. He glanced up with a wicked grin. “Sweeter than honey.” Then he buried his face in my cunt.

  Hours later we fell asleep exhausted.

  * * *

  So far sex was the only good part of my week at the clubhouse. Yesterday Jericho had finished my tattoo, which I adored, but the rest sucked. This was my fourth morning and I’d managed to piss off about everyone in the past two days. Jericho had stormed out this morning after a call from Dare. His last words to me stung—try not to fuck up anything else today.

  I sucked at being an old lady. I had no idea what an old lady was even supposed to do. Yesterday I’d managed to piss off Lila again. I complained about biscuits and gravy—I hated that shit—and she threw her towel down and told me to fix whatever I wanted.

  When I’d finally broken down and asked Jericho what I was supposed to do, he said talk to Mama, but I couldn’t do that with her not speaking to me. So I’d wandered down to Bear’s house and gotten fucked up with Ollie and him, which pissed off Jericho all over again. Hell, Bear wasn’t even straight, so I wasn’t sure why he’d gotten so angry.

  Then, I’d tried to get my whip out drunk and he’d wrestled me to the ground and took it from me. I screwed up the breakfast I’d promised and spent the entire fucking day cleaning the stupid fucking kitchen, now hours later I was alone and Jericho was MIA.

  That night Jericho didn’t get back until after nine. He stormed into the apartment in a foul mood.

  “Where you been?” I demanded

  “None of your fucking business.” He threw his cut over a chair. “Don’t ask questions.”

  “Don’t ask questions. Cook. Clean. Do this. Don’t do that. I feel like a fucking slave.”

  He grew still and cold eyes bore into me. “No one asked you to cook, piss off half the club or prance around her like some princess.”

  “What happened to goddess?”

  “You’ve been downgraded,” he sneered. “Acting like a stupid child throwing a tantrum.” With a heavy sigh, he closed his eyes. “Either we fuck or you go. It’s been a shit day.”

  “Tell me about it,” I commiserated. My day sucked.

  “No need, my fuckin’ phone burned up with stories about your day.” His voice turned colder. “Marr, why you trying to be Mama? If I wanted that, I’d have tapped that.”

  “What the fuck does that mean?” I yelled, stomping my foot. I was spectacularly failing at being an old lady. How the hell could I have this much trouble with fitting in? Of course, I’d marched to my own tune for ten years, not giving a damn what anyone else even thought.

  “Just what I said, woman. You dial your shit down before I turn you over my damn knee.”

  “You wouldn’t dare...” I backed up as he stood.

  I backpedaled toward the door, fear skittering down my spine and leaving chills on my arms. Jericho had rage banked in his eyes and purpose echoed in each step.

  My back hit the door and I scrambled for the knob, but he snatched my hand away and then lifted me off my feet.

  “Damn it, put me down.”

  He sat on his bed and wrestled me over until I lay over his knee.

  “Count.”

  “This is for pissing off Mama.” Smack.

  “This is for pissing off half the guys by not coming out at breakfast today.” Smack.

  I fought but he clamped me down, I hated strength, beat all my cunning. Bastard.

  “This is for not getting your job.” Smack.

  I squirmed. “What job?”

  “You aren’t counting.”

  “Too damn bad.” I panted, my ass stung and my pussy was wet. His caveman routine should just piss me off but it turned me on too. I hadn’t had someone take me in hand like this since I’d been a sub and it revved me up.

  “This is for not counting.” Another smack, now I hoped he didn’t stop.

  “And this.” A deep sting when his hand hit the middle of my ass. “For making me crave you, need you, think about you all fucking day.” He threw me to the bed and jumped atop me, crushing me with his mouth. “I can’t get enough of you even as you dismantle my damn club.” His kiss demanded surrender and I struggled against the urge to give in—I didn’t give in to anyone. I rolled him over and bit his lip. He relaxed under me, apparently happy to leave me on top.

  I had a need of my own. I wiggled down his hard body until I reached his snap. I opened up his Levi’s and tugged them off his hips, letting his cock bounce free. Grabbing him in hand I sunk down on his cock until I’d taken all of him in my mouth.

  “Goddess, yeah.” He groaned and pumped into me.

  Power flowed over me
, intoxicating me. Pain flared in my ass as I moved up and down. A satisfying pain. Emotion filled me, but I refused to examine any of it. I just fucked him with my mouth, letting all my regret and those others emotions pour from me as I sucked.

  “Stop, going to come.” He sat up.

  I pushed him back down and massaged his tight sac. He pumped faster, faster, and his hands tangled in my hair. “Like that.”

  I pulled up to the tip of his cock and plunged down again. His body tensed and my body quivered in anticipation. Then he pushed up and I tasted him salty in my mouth as I swallowed.

  I caressed his sac and kissed the tip before I climbed up him with ideas how we’d spend the rest of the night.

  The sun hit my eyes, waking me up the next morning. I stretched and patted the empty spot beside me. Jericho had already left. Squinting, I eyed the clock, nine thirty, I hurried out of bed and through my shower so I could to join Jericho for breakfast. I threw on a T-shirt and shorts and almost ran down the hall to the club room, I slowed to a walk as I entered scanning the room for my man. He stood in the center with a woman in his arms. She laughed, looking at home in his arms. I saw red. How dare another skanky woman move in while I was here? I ate up the short distance between us and shoved her away right as she planted a kiss on him. She wheeled her arms and landed on her damn ass.

  I brought back my fist but I was hauled back, arms clasped around me. “What the hell, Marr?” It was Jericho’s arms around me. Why was he protecting his bimbo?

  “You promised,” I gritted out between clenched jaws.

  “To not accept thanks from an old lady? You promised to calm your shit.” His hold tightened.

  “What?” What old lady? I glanced over at the woman Avery helped up. She had on a cut, like mine. Holy fuck, what had I done now?

  “You knocked Andrea on her ass for thanking me. Her old man is going to work for the bail bonds business and she was happy.” He flipped me in his hold. “You can’t keep this shit up, you’re a hurricane destroying every damn thing in your path.”

  I shut my eyes and refused to cringe. I’d screwed up royally, again. “I’m sorry.” I hated those two words, but I’d say them.

  His forehead dropped to mine. “Not me you need to tell.”

  I stepped out of his arms and turned to find Andrea brushing herself off. Her eyes flashed heat then pity before they went blank. Why the hell did she pity me? I sucked in a breath and reminded myself only one thing mattered—setting things right. “I apologize. I shouldn’t have pushed you. Please forgive me.”

  “Of course.” She held out her hand. “No worries, we have to all stick together.”

  I shook her hand and apologized again before I turned and left the room. I needed to pack, get home and do something I knew how to do. Playing old lady was definitely not my thing, and considering how much I sucked at it, I was never going to do it for real. My bag packed, I walked through the apartment one last time to see if I left anything. My phone started ringing on the bed, making me hurry to answer.

  “Don’t you ever return calls,” Gigi greeted me. She managed the bar and the dancers at the club.

  “I have shit service here, no calls showing up though,” I told her, checking the screen again. Yup, it still showed no missed calls.

  “I’ve called five times in the last two days and left you two messages.” She sounded indignant and I suppose I would be as well if I’d been the one calling.

  “Where’s the fire?” I checked under the bed for any missed shoes, but it was cleared.

  “Prolly at your clubhouse, now they have kicked out two more of yo’ bikers for mistreating Candi and Sunshine. Sunny got one hella shiner and Candi two cracked ribs. It’s been crazy here.” Gigi ran it all together in one fast stream of words.

  My heart raced and I sucked in a breath, holding it while she’d talked. Two more bikers kicked out of Bound? Shit. Why hadn’t Jericho told me? I wonder if that’s where he’d been yesterday. A thousand more questions rattled through my head, and I knew where to get answers.

  “Gotta go.” I hung up. I dropped my phone to the bed next to my duffel bag and headed up front to find Jericho. He owed me answers.

  I strode into an empty clubroom, but heard someone in the kitchen. I swung through the door and watched Lila squirt Avery with the sink sprayer. The two laughed like real friends. I’d never been good at the whole friend thing.

  “Where’s Jericho?”

  They both turned and looked like kids caught misbehaving.

  “In the Council meeting.” Lila frowned at me.

  “And that’s where?”

  “First room on the left,” Avery piped up.

  I turned and headed back the way I came. Each second I grew more pissed. Why would he keep shit from me? What was the point of being on the inside if he still kept me in the dark? Lila shot past me running and Avery jogged up beside her.

  “You can’t go in the Council meeting,” Avery told me.

  “Watch me.” I needed answers and Jericho had them.

  “You will not embarrass him again.” Lila planted herself in the hallway entrance. “Embarrass the club by being a bitch.”

  “Move, or I’ll move you.”

  She crossed her arms and stood there staring me down, but I didn’t back down ever. “You let your pride rule you and it has to stop. You aren’t shit here, nothing, nobody. All women are.”

  “Bullshit. You have as much power as Dare, maybe more than Jericho.” I stopped inches from her.

  “Not in any real way. But you walk through here with more arrogance than the Prez does and everyone notices. You aren’t one of them, so quit acting like it.” She glared at me. “No brother is permitted in the Council meeting without invitation. You go in there and you disrespect the club, disrespect the cut you wear.”

  I huffed. These were just more stupid rules that stood between me and my goal. I’d had just about enough of Lila.

  “I didn’t go in and demand you teach me my way.” Avery sidestepped into the gap beside Lila. “I didn’t disrespect you in your dungeon.”

  I stopped and frowned. “I’m just doing what Jericho does.”

  “Should I do the same as you in your dungeon?” Avery shot back. “Act like a Master.”

  The idea was like fingers on a chalkboard it was so distasteful. No one did that to a Master. Had I been doing that here? It was confusing being an old lady in the club. The rules were nonexistent but doing the wrong thing too easy.

  “And you can decode it for me?” I balled hands on my hips.

  Lila shook her head. “Nope, but I can tell you the rules and you can go from there.”

  “Fuck, that’s nice to know, now.” I barked a laugh. “I need whiskey and then by all means tell me the goddamn rules.”

  I strode away with more confidence than I felt. There were rules to this shit, and I bet I’d broken every one of them. I grabbed a bottle of Jameson and turned studying the two women sitting in the middle of the deserted club room. Avery nibbled her thumb and bounced her leg. Nervous. Lila sat cool and unmoving, back straight, and I had no idea what she thought. But then I’d misread her time and again.

  I flopped down in the third chair and glanced from one to the other. Time to take my punishment. I hated being wrong, and I had a feeling I was way wrong about everything. “Let’s go. I can take it.” I drank the whiskey.

  “First, I’m not your damn enemy. You want to cook, arrange, do the shit I do, have at it.” She scowled. “I don’t like it, but it’s what needs done.”

  I opened my mouth to protest, the role fit her better than the tight cami she wore under her cut.

  “Shut it.” She steamed over me. “And Jericho wants you, all kick-ass and full of attitude, not his mom—the one who did this shit before. Believe me, he did everything shor
t of kidnap me to make sure I stayed here and took care of shit.”

  “So you can stop trying to outdo her, and be the flip side of her. His mom did that too.” Avery jumped in. “She befriended all the biker women, kept the peace and generally kicked ass if anyone—biker or old lady—got out of line.”

  “Why did Jericho need you so bad?” Lila glanced up. “Besides the hot chemistry, he had a reason for doing this so fast.”

  “Bound. To bring everyone in line with him instead of Ren.” It was the reason I’d agreed as well.

  She snorted. “And yet you’re here driving everyone crazy and he and Dare have been there trying to calm shit down. That makes no sense.”

  “Exactly.” I threw my hands up in the air. “I just found out that shit, and no one called me. Well one girl did, but I just got the message. Why didn’t Viper—”

  “You’re the Prez’s old lady, he won’t tell you shit. Jericho does crazy shit for his own reasons, and I have no idea why he didn’t tell you. But here’s rule one. Bikers tell their old ladies next to nothing about the club business. I heard about trouble from Dare, but the details came from an old lady who goes to the club. Now half the club is pissed off since Lefty and Wolf were kicked out for roughing up the girls.”

  “Wolf? Shit, that’s as bad as kicking out Ren. No wonder shit’s going south. If I’d known I’d have been there.” I needed to get home. “Jericho should’ve said something.”

  Lila laughed. “Look, you two will figure shit out but what I gotta share is twofold—not only have you not taken care of Bound business, you’ve made the situation here worse. You get that you, me and Avery, we became old ladies faster than anyone has in years—each of us quicker than the last. Now, there’s grumbles that Jericho made a mistake rushing into this with you. You’re doing the opposite of what you both intended. Second,” she eyed me, “you live as an old lady, you follow our rules. There are lots of specifics but here’s what you need to know—you support your old man and what he does in the club and two you distract him, ease his tension, from the shit he’s got going on.” She leaned toward me. “You do not add to it.”